Christmas Day

not a happy poem

I said I'd quit buying so often

I said I'd quit lighting up in the morning 

I said I'd leave the pills alone,

(the whole rainbow of them) 

I said I'd leave the bottles too

but when I wake up this depressed

on christmas morning for christ's sake

sober me needs either a crutch 

or an exit ramp, and 

you're lucky I'm only coming home with someone else's eyes.